Interruptions

Why is it that every time I’m deep in conversation with another,
face to face, on the phone,
she pops in all alone ?
And it is almost as if she began talking even before seeing me.
Her requests, desires, pleas and wonders poking in,
penetrating a dialogue never intended for her.
Never an, “Excuse me. Sorry. When you get a minute, please.”
Just her self-importance,
more important
than anything else happening at that moment.
And not only does the probing so rudely
pierce funny, private, bonding conversation,
that I have to immediately,
on her time,
never mine,
jump and run out, searching about,
digging through boxes for a book, so obviously trying to hide.
Only to be found.
And finally, I race back to reclaim the moment lost,
the words have moved on,
another meaningful chat gone.